I've always been a light sleeper, easily awakened by the slightest unfamiliar noise. Tonight was no exception. As I stirred from my sleep, a sense of unease settled in the pit of my stomach. Someone was in the living room. Could it be one of my sisters? Without hesitating, I glanced over and saw both of them sound asleep in their beds. So, who was out there? A robber, perhaps? Fear gripped me, and I prayed fervently that no harm would come to my family. With utmost caution, I tiptoed out of bed, determined to investigate. Like a shadow, I made my way through the hallway, careful not to make a sound. The only option was to wake up my oblivious parents, who remained fast asleep in their own room. They hadn't noticed the disturbance at all. But then, I heard it-a faint rustling of paper and the clink of a glass being shifted on the table. The realization hit me like a bolt of lightning. I had to discover the intruder's identity, and I had to do it quickly.